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Here's the kind of planes I fly.
Here's my girlfriend back home.
Here's my motorcycle. (Rad!!) Germans: I love to hate 'em.
Wayne's Blog
Dec. 7th 1917:
Warmer here in France than it would be back home in Ohio. Wet though. I kind of wish it would be snow rather than this constant drizzle. The rain keeps us pilots on the ground a lot, which means lots of boredom. Sure we play cards and tell stories, but it's not like being in the action. Still, it's a lot better back here a couple miles from the front than in those trenches. Oh, I feel for those poor infantry guys at the front. Slogging around in their trenches, knee deep in water and rats, feet rotting and with a constant stink of mold, death, and gunpowder. Check out this picture. Oh boy, do we ever have it better back here. Three meals a day, even if the eggs are powdered and the coffee must be brewed from bark. But we've got tents. And I won't complain about a tent when I've seen those guys up at the front.
Captain says something big is brewing for when the weather clears. That might be March the way things look now.
Dec. 11th 1917:
The big news around here is the battle of Cambrai, which just ended the other day after a month of fighting. That's a bit north of where I'm stationed. It's just a small town, but I bet this one goes down in history. The British used their new weapon, the tanks. They rolled right over the Germans in the Hindenburg Line. Those arrogant Germans thought they were indestructible, hunkered down in their reinforced trenches all snug and cozy. Unfortunately, the British couldn't hold on to all the territory they captured. I guess the generals aren't as smart as they think they are. The tanks pushed the Germans back a mile or so, but then those Huns counterattacked and took back all the territory. Overall, it's good to get things moving again. Our guys have been sitting in trenches almost since we got here. Hopefully the weather will break and we can get flying again.
Wayne Pingle - American Pilot
Who's Wayne? Here are some links to get to know me:
Here's the kind of planes I fly.
Here's my girlfriend back home.
Here's my motorcycle. (Rad!!)
Germans: I love to hate 'em.
Wayne's Blog
Dec. 7th 1917:Warmer here in France than it would be back home in Ohio. Wet though. I kind of wish it would be snow rather than this constant drizzle. The rain keeps us pilots on the ground a lot, which means lots of boredom. Sure we play cards and tell stories, but it's not like being in the action. Still, it's a lot better back here a couple miles from the front than in those trenches. Oh, I feel for those poor infantry guys at the front. Slogging around in their trenches, knee deep in water and rats, feet rotting and with a constant stink of mold, death, and gunpowder. Check out this picture. Oh boy, do we ever have it better back here. Three meals a day, even if the eggs are powdered and the coffee must be brewed from bark. But we've got tents. And I won't complain about a tent when I've seen those guys up at the front.
Captain says something big is brewing for when the weather clears. That might be March the way things look now.
Dec. 11th 1917:
The big news around here is the battle of Cambrai, which just ended the other day after a month of fighting. That's a bit north of where I'm stationed. It's just a small town, but I bet this one goes down in history. The British used their new weapon, the tanks. They rolled right over the Germans in the Hindenburg Line. Those arrogant Germans thought they were indestructible, hunkered down in their reinforced trenches all snug and cozy. Unfortunately, the British couldn't hold on to all the territory they captured. I guess the generals aren't as smart as they think they are. The tanks pushed the Germans back a mile or so, but then those Huns counterattacked and took back all the territory. Overall, it's good to get things moving again. Our guys have been sitting in trenches almost since we got here. Hopefully the weather will break and we can get flying again.
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